I had to go to the dentist this morning for a check-up followed by an informal chat about mouthwash. Whilst sitting in the waiting room for half an hour (I think my dentist must be dating Lisa's doctor), I noticed a copy of The Kemptown Rag on the table, so I pulled it out from underneath a copy of 'Latest Homes' magazine, and gave it pride of place in the centre of the table. At which point I saw it was the October 12th edition, realised I hadn't written anything for that issue, and put it back at the bottom of the pile. I'm loyal, but I'm not that loyal.

I was glad I went out though (despite being told that one of my teeth needs a refill), because walking home I came across the latest installment of 'Kemp Town Tries to Spell Cockateil'. Following on from October's homeless cocktail in Eaton Place, we now have this in St James's Street...


It's like we're slowly moving towards the correct spelling, one letter at a time. The next one should be fine. Then we can all try to spell parrot.

The highlight of this sign, however, was the following piece of information:


Yes, but not that attached, obviously.

In other news, I've just received word that Big Sis has won the three-legged race at her school sports day in Australia. She's 35, so it's been a long time coming. From the sound of it, she won the race on her own, which might explain why she can't find a pair of jeans that fit.